High school dxd: As Sukuna

Alastor, Kiba, and Koneko entered the dimly lit church, the musty air thick with an oppressive silence. The faint glow from the stained-glass windows cast eerie patterns across the floor, but the place felt deserted, save for the malevolent energy swirling around them. It was the kind of atmosphere that hinted at danger lurking just out of sight.

As they made their way deeper into the building, footsteps echoing off the stone walls, a figure suddenly emerged from the shadows. A young man with short, spiky white hair and unsettling red eyes stepped forward, dressed in black clerical robes. His disturbing grin stretched wide, giving off a feeling of twisted pleasure. He looked them over with gleeful malice, his gaze resting on each of them like prey.

"Well, well, well," the man sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Look what we have here—trash devils and their little pets."

Alastor's eyes narrowed as he studied the man before him. This must be Freed Sellzen, the psychotic exorcist he had heard about—exactly as expected. Freed was notorious for his insanity and lust for violence, a man who cared for nothing but chaos and destruction. He was an unhinged battle maniac, known to kill monsters, devils, and even humans purely for his own twisted amusement.

Alastor's lips curled into a scowl as he assessed Freed's aura. It was sickening, the kind of energy that made your skin crawl. There wasn't an ounce of sanity left in him. On top of everything else, Freed had a history of perversion and brutal acts, making him the very epitome of scum.

Koneko, silent as always, stood with her arms crossed, her golden eyes burning with quiet disdain as she sized him up. Kiba, on the other hand, gripped the hilt of his sword, his face calm but his posture ready for battle.

Freed brandished his sword, a crazed grin spreading even wider across his face, as if he were about to burst into laughter. The light of the church reflected off the blade, and his eyes sparkled with sadistic excitement. "Oh-ho-ho! This is gonna be fun! I've been itching for a good fight, and you three idiots just made my day!" He waved his sword through the air in exaggerated motions, practically bouncing on his heels. "Come on, devils! Show me what you've got!"

Freed's erratic energy filled the room, making it clear he wasn't going to wait long for an answer.

"Stay sharp," Alastor warned Kiba and Koneko, his voice low and steady. He didn't need to explain further. They knew Freed wasn't just another low-level grunt. He was dangerous, and they couldn't afford to underestimate him.

Freed's eyes darted between them, his grin never faltering. "What's the matter? Too scared to make the first move? Or maybe you're just as weak as I thought, huh? Well, don't worry. I'll make this quick. But not painless." His laugh echoed through the church, a disturbing sound that made the air feel heavier.

Without warning, Freed lunged forward, his speed shocking even Kiba, who was known for his agility. The exorcist's sword came down in a vicious arc, aimed directly at Koneko, hoping to catch her off guard.

But Koneko was ready.

With lightning reflexes, she sidestepped the attack, her footwork flawless as she dodged the blow with ease. Freed's sword sliced through empty air, and Koneko responded with a powerful punch aimed at his ribs. Her fist connected, sending a shockwave through Freed's body that caused him to stagger back.

Freed let out a crazed laugh, clearly enjoying the pain. "Oh-ho! You've got some strength there, little kitty. I like that! Let's see what else you've got!" He grinned wildly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of hatred and excitement.

Kiba stepped forward, his sword flashing out of its sheath in a blur. He aimed for Freed's exposed side, but Freed twisted at the last second, narrowly avoiding the lethal strike. The two swordsmen clashed in a flurry of steel, sparks flying as their blades collided with blinding speed.

"You're not bad, pretty boy!" Freed taunted, laughing as he parried Kiba's attacks. "But I've fought better. You're just another stepping stone on my path to glory!"

Kiba's face remained calm, his movements precise as he countered Freed's wild swings. But there was a dangerous gleam in the exorcist's eyes that made it clear he wasn't going to go down easily. Freed fought like a madman, unpredictable and relentless, his attacks fueled by pure insanity.

Alastor watched the battle unfold. He had to admit, Kiba's swordsmanship had improved since the last time they sparred. His movements were more refined, his strikes sharper and more calculated. But Alastor could tell that Kiba still had a long way to go before he could call himself a perfect swordsman. There was a hesitation in his form, a restraint that came not from lack of skill but from the burden of something unresolved.

His past.

Alastor knew that Kiba would only reach his full potential when he finally accepted his past. The weight of his trauma held him back, stopping him from pushing his limits and refining his craft into something truly extraordinary. Until then, Kiba's swordplay, while impressive, would always be incomplete.

As for Koneko, her raw strength was undeniable. Every punch she threw sent shockwaves through the air, and her sheer physical power allowed her to keep up with Freed's erratic and unpredictable movements.

But her technique was another story. She relied too heavily on the basics of hand-to-hand combat, sticking to the fundamental moves without much variation.

Against someone like Freed, who was all about aggression, her brute force was enough to keep her in the fight.

However, Alastor knew that if Koneko ever faced an opponent with similar strength but more refined technique, she would be in serious trouble. An experienced fighter would see through her reliance on raw power and exploit the gaps in her form. If she didn't adapt, she would lose—without question.

"She's strong, but strength alone won't win every battle," Alastor muttered under his breath. "She needs to be more than just powerful. She needs to be a fighter."

Freed let out a wild laugh, clearly enjoying the struggle. "What's the matter, devils? Can't keep up? I'm not even trying yet!"

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